“My wife,” came the voice again. “I saw you looking at her.” Oh, shit! Just what I need, a pissed-off husband! My voice caught in my throat, p...eventing me from answering. The flushing of the toilet on his side filled the void instead. I then sensed him stepping around behind me. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled. I mustered up my courage and turned to face the man, expecting to see an angry, jealous face. Instead, he was smiling broadly. “Are you mad?” I asked. “Mad?” The. After some time, Sona asked him whether he was okay with the idea of marrying his mother and sleeping with her. He admitted that though he knew it was wrong, things like that were coming to his mind. He wanted to leave the house.He added that he did not want to inconvenience his mother. Sona replied that though she did not like the idea, she would do whatever is required for her son’s benefit. Suraj added he also did not like the idea. His mother was old enough, but still, he would prefer to go. If it was he must be inured to its alcoholic effects as no one had ever seen him drunk. I hadn’t been borrowing Arthur’s Throne for long before I was approached by the woman who had not greeted me at reception. I thought she would be about my age, slim and quite good-looking. She stopped when she arrived at the bench and I looked up. She cleared her throat. ‘I have to apologise to you. I was not very polite when you arrived.’ She said this in a tone that sounded as if the apology was being. A strong, masculine hand grabbing one of her buttocks, under her skirt. “Nice firm ass, Brandy.” His released her buttock, but his hand under her skirt continued to explore her ass. He felt her muscles contracting each time his fingers played across her tight panties, able to feel the sharp divide of her crack. He was sure that no boy had ever been where his hand was now. He was rubbing her, rubbing her ass cheeks. She trembled each time his hand slid to the side and touched naked flesh. God,.